When the days are cold and the cards all fold and the saints we see are all made of gold.
When your dreams all fail and the ones we hail are the worst of all and the bloods run stale.
No matter what we breed.we are still made of greed.
This is my kingdom come.This is my kingdom come.
When you feel my heat,look into my eyes.
It's where my ______ hide.Its where my _______ hide.
